There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.

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Mother helps her daughter have her first lesbian experience.

Continued from Chapter 02:

Her best feature other than her natural, blonde hair and her big, blue eyes, she loved her big, 36, double D cup breasts. As much as Liz loved everything about her, in the way she loved her hair, her eyes, and her breasts, she loved Liz's natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and D cup breasts too. With them living too far apart to have a committed relationship, Elizabeth, her on and off again lesbian lover, loved her big tits too. Talking on the phone and/or exchanging e-mails nearly every day, they were more close friends than they were committed lovers. Even though she wasn't seeing anyone else, she knew Liz was. Yet, every time they got together, they made love. Every time they got together they gave one another multiple orgasms.

Instead of her having dirty, blonde hair, she only wished her daughter, had inherited her natural blonde hair. Instead of having average sized breasts, with her only a 34B, Laura wished Heather had inherited her huge breasts, at least a C cup. In the way that she was all tits at her height her daughter had the height to carry a D cup or even a double D cup. In the way her daughter confessed that she envied her mother's natural blonde hair and big breasts, with no one seemingly happy with themselves, she envied her daughter's height. Wishing she was taller, as tall as was her lover, Liz, with her only being 5'5" tall, her daughter was 5'8" tall.

In the way she was three, bra cup sizes bigger than her daughter, her daughter was three inches taller than her mother. Just as three, bra cup sizes are huge when comparing breasts, three inches are huge when comparing a woman of average height to a tall woman. Giving her such a long, sexy line, Heather's height was in her favor, especially when she wore high heels. When Heather wore high heels, she was nearly six-foot-tall and taller, when she wore a hat. When surrounded by her shorter friends, standing out in the way of a swan in a pond of ducks, she looked like a model.

The first time she had been alone in a long while, her 19-year-old daughter was out on a date. She hadn't dated anyone since her senior prom night last year. She suspected that Heather was still a virgin. Hoping tonight was the night that she'd get laid, she didn't expect her daughter home until long after midnight. With her daughter too uptight and angry, needing to chill and relax, she hoped her daughter was having a good, sexual time. Even though her daughter was very good looking, strangely enough, she hadn't dated at all. With this her first year of college, too busy with school, she always seemed ill at ease and shyly unconfident around men.

With her always popular with the boys, she remembered when she was a 19-year-old cheerleader twenty-six long years ago. Always drawing a crowd, the boys hung around to watch her giving cheers in her skimpy, cheerleading outfit. With her having D cup breasts back then, but with her breasts looking even bigger on her thin frame than her double D breasts looked on her curvaceous frame now, every time she bounced her big breasts, the boys cheered. Thinking they were cheering for her, she had no idea they were cheering for her tits to hopefully pop out of her uniform.

Always staring at her and ogling her as if she was topless, undressing her with their eyes, men always talked to her tits, especially when her big nipples made their appearance known through her clothes. With men making a spectacle of her and her big breasts, she never wore a tight or a low cut top, one that showed her cleavage. She hated her breasts back then. Yet, whether young or old, all men loved tits, especially big tits. Now loving her big tits, everything she wore was tight to flatter her enormous breasts and cut low enough to show off her long, sexy, line of cleavage. She loved wiggling her shapely ass and jiggling her big tits when she walked.

When she was younger, men, especially the much older men, always made her feel so self-conscious when staring at the big impressions her breasts made in her clothes. With them all thinking of the same sexual thing, seeing her naked, having their wicked, sexual way with her big tits, and with them wanting her to suck and fuck them, some men are such pigs. If only they knew she was an exhibitionist, what would they think? If only they knew she was a whore back then, they'd kick themselves for not making a move. Now, if only they knew that she preferred women to men, they'd scratch their heads in disbelief. If only they knew that she was lesbian, wouldn't they be surprised?

Back then, when she was younger and not as self-confident, not wanting or liking the unwanted attention, she used to wish she had normal sized breasts, a B cup. Now coming to terms with her the womanly curves of her body, she loved her big tits and couldn't imagine them being any smaller. Instead of only being 5'5" tall, she only wished she was taller, as tall as her 5'8" daughter. She liked how her daughter was nearly 6' tall with heels. Not that she was short or overweight, she wasn't. She wore a size 10. She was average but taller, thinner women always looked better wearing bulky fur coats. Short, obese women looked more like some sort of wild animal that could walk on two legs.

About to pour herself a third glass of wine, hoping her getting intoxicated would ease her horniness and stop her from missing her lover, Elizabeth, she heard the front door unlock. She looked at her watch. It was early, barely 10:00 pm.

"Heather? Is that you? What are you doing home so early?"

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Her daughter opened, closed, and locked the front door behind her without answering her.

"I'm home," she said dashing in her room and closing her bedroom door behind her before she could even ask her daughter about her date.

Surprising her, not expecting her home so early, Laura was still wearing her Chinese silk, revealing, sexy robe. After masturbating herself in her bath, she felt too sexually aroused to be embarrassed for Heather to see her in her silk robe. Something she never felt around her daughter before, she suddenly felt horny in the way that a mother may feel horny when attracted to her adult son now.

Horny enough to expose what her daughter should never see of her mother, with the alcohol slowly weaving its magical way through her inebriated brain, she didn't care if her daughter saw something of her that she shouldn't see. Feeling a little tipsy after only having two glasses of wine on an empty stomach, she should have eaten something before drinking the wine. Had it not been for the wine, she never would have allowed her daughter see her wearing this robe, especially with her not wearing anything underneath.

Nonetheless, putting her horniness on the back burner, she was curious why her daughter was home so early from her date. Not expecting her home for a few more hours, Laura stood from the living room sofa and walked to her daughter's bedroom. Not wanting to intrude, she stood at Heather's bedroom door and listened first to hear if she was talking on her phone to someone. She wasn't. She stood longer at her bedroom door to listen if she was crying before knocking. She wasn't. When she heard nothing at all, she wondered what Heather was doing in her room, maybe she was masturbating. Laura knocked on her daughter's bedroom door.

"Heather?" She waited and listened. When she heard no reply, she knocked again. "Heather? Are you okay? How was your date?" When she didn't answer, she asked another question. "Why are you home so early?"

Still no answer. Not waiting for an invitation while hoping that it wasn't locked, Laura turned the doorknob and opened Heather's bedroom door to peek inside her room. She hoped her daughter wasn't indisposed. Yet, the thoughts of catching her daughter in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, sexually excited her in a way that a mother should never be sexually excited over her daughter.

Knowing how modest her daughter could sometimes be, saving them both the embarrassment, she was glad that she was still fully dressed. Only, even though she hoped to see her daughter in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, really not expecting a sexual image, especially one from her daughter, Heather was a sexy sight to behold nonetheless. As if she had jumped or had been thrown back on her bed, she looked as if she was posing for a sexy photo shoot. Her daughter was dramatically lying there as if she was a victim of a violent crime of rape. Her short skirt was raised high enough up her shapely thighs to expose her white panties.

Nice legs run in the family and just as Laura's mother had shapely legs, Laura had shapely legs too. It was gratifying to know that Heather had the family legs also With her daughter's legs spread open wide enough, she could see Heather's pussy mound and the indentation that her pussy slit made in her panties. If Laura wasn't horny before she was certainly horny now.

She stared at what she could see of her daughter's panties as if she was a drunken, young man in a college dorm room discovering a sexy coed in his room and on his bed. If only she wasn't her mother, she'd touch and finger her daughter's pussy through her panties. If only she wasn't her mother, she'd kiss, touch, and feel her daughter everywhere a mother should never kiss, touch, and feel her daughter. If only she wasn't her mother, she'd strip off her panties and make sweet love to her daughter's pussy with her fingers and her tongue.

'Oh, my God. With her long legs spread wide open, she's so sexy,' thought Laura when suddenly feeling a rush or horniness and sexual interest in her daughter that she never felt before. 'I'm so fucking horny. Now that I'm seeing Heather's panties, I need to masturbate myself again as soon as I return to my room.'

Something new, she was never sexually attracted to her daughter before. Seeing Heather in a different light, she was sexually attracted to her now. Between masturbating herself in her bath, wearing her sexy, silk robe, and with her two glasses of wine going right to her head, she'd love nothing more than to have forbidden sex with her daughter.

'She is so stunningly beautiful,' thought Laura while staring in between Heather's sexy, shapely thighs.

She was deliriously dizzy with the thoughts of incestuous, forbidden sex between a mother and her daughter. A terrible thing for a mother to think and feel but, if Heather was to initiate the first incestuous move, she was horny enough to reciprocate with all of the other sexual moves to have sex with her daughter. Only, knowing her daughter better, Heather wasn't a lesbian. Moreover, she'd never want to have sex with her mother.

After seeing Heather's panty clad ass and pussy, she'd love nothing more than to fall between her daughter's long, shapely legs and lick and finger her pussy through her panties. If only she could without the shame, the embarrassment, the disgrace, and the remorse, she would. After seeing Heather's panty clad pussy, she wondered if her daughter was still a virgin. In the way that she wondered if her daughter had ever made love to a man, she wondered if her daughter ever made love to a woman. After being so sexually aroused by seeing Heather's panties, she wondered what her daughter would do and/or say if she touched and licked her daughter where no mother should ever touch and lick her daughter.

Nothing more than a sudden, sexual fantasy, with her still so horny, she'd love nothing more than to strip her daughter naked and have her wicked, sexy, lesbian way with her shapely, naked body. Nothing more than a sudden, sexual fantasy, she'd love to make out with her daughter while touching and feeling her everywhere. Nothing more than a sudden, sexual fantasy, she'd love nothing more than to finger and lick her daughter's wet cunt before sitting on her daughter's face for her to return the sexual favor of eating her pussy too.

Only what are the odds that her daughter would be a lesbian too? What are the odds that her daughter would prefer having sex with women than having sex with men? What are the odds that her daughter would prefer licking pussies than to sucking cocks? Further and moreover, what are the odds that her daughter would have incestuous sex with her mother in the way that her mother suddenly wanted to have incestuous sex with her daughter?

Laura wished she wasn't horny enough to be thinking of having sex with her daughter. Never having been sexually attracted to someone as young, there she was looking at her daughter as if she was someone else's daughter. There she was sexually leering at her daughter in the way that some mothers sexually leer at their sons. Laura took a big breath of self-control to suppress the incestuous lust she suddenly felt for her daughter. If Heather wasn't her daughter, she'd be stripping off her robe and having lesbian sex with her.

"Oh, Mom," said Heather sitting up and crying as soon as Laura sat on the edge of her daughter's bed.

Catching her by surprise, her outburst of emotion inflamed the incestuous lust she had for her daughter. As if she was still her little girl, she threw her arm around her mother's neck and her other arm around her chest. Then, when she felt her daughter's hand come in contact with the side of her left breast, her nipples erected even more than they were erected before. She wished her daughter would feel her big tits and finger her big nipples.

Unable to stop herself from looking down and staring, with her short skirt bunched up around her waist, Heather's panties were still totally exposed. Between her daughter's hand coming in contact with her braless breasts and Heather flashing her panties, she was horny all over again. In an instant, she was thinking about having lesbian sex with her daughter. She couldn't wait to masturbate herself while sexually fantasizing having sex with Heather.

Berating herself for having sexual thought for her daughter, how could she think such thoughts? What's wrong with her to harbor such sexual thoughts and incestuous lust? Suddenly having sexual feeling that she never felt for her daughter before, she'd love nothing more than for her daughter to touch and to feel her everywhere she'd love to touch and feel her daughter. She'd love nothing more than for her daughter to finger and suck her nipples. In the way she'd love to go down on her daughter, she'd love for her daughter to go down on her too.

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Then, as if she wasn't wearing anything at all, as if her lustful desire willed it to happen, the bottom of her robe parted to expose the insides of her shapely thighs to her daughter. With her need to expose herself overwhelming her horniness and adding even more spice to her sexual mood, instead of feeling cold or modest, she felt sexually excited enough to leave her robe as was. She wondered what her daughter's reaction would be to seeing her mother's cunt.

Now filled with as much incestuous lust as she was filled with exhibitionism, she wished her robe had opened a bit more to show Heather her blonde, trimmed pussy. If she moved only a little more, her robe would expose to her daughter all that she needed her to see. If her robe opened any more than it already had, her pubic hair would be in plain view of her daughter's innocent eyes.

If nothing else for than for more masturbation fodder, with it one thing for her to want to expose herself to her daughter, it was quite another thing to have forbidden sex with her daughter. With her feelings of exhibitionism taking control of her rational thinking and motherly thoughts, she couldn't recall if her daughter had ever seen her pussy. In the way she had never thought of exposing herself to her daughter before, she was thinking about exposing herself to her daughter now. She wondered what would Heather's reaction to seeing her topless and/or naked would be. Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, she'd never purposely expose herself to her daughter until now.

Nonetheless, with her daughter holding her so tightly and her arm pulling against the thin, sheer fabric, the top of her robe separated as soon as Heather hugged her. While Heather was looking in another direction, Laura glanced down at herself to see how much of her breasts were exposed. She was practically naked. Her breasts were nearly out of her robe and her pussy was nearly exposed to her daughter.

A familiar feeling of sexual excitement washed over her as if she was sitting in a short skirt across from a man with her knees parted just enough for him to see her panties. A familiar feeling of sexual excitement heightened her horniness as if she was sitting on the same commuter train with a man standing over her and staring down her open top at her cleavage and bra. Only, this wasn't some stranger seeing her so indisposed, this was her daughter seeing much of her naked breasts and part of her naked pussy.

Now that much of the tops of her breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage were exposed to her daughter, no doubt, her pussy would be exposed soon too. Something she never thought of doing before, it sexually excited her to flash her daughter her breasts and her pussy now. With her having sexual feelings for other women, always careful not to expose herself when around her daughter and/or make her sexual preference known to her daughter, she wanted Heather to make her own sexual choices.

Laura suspected that Heather was heterosexual. Yet, with switching sexual preferences a distinct possibility, her wanting to have sex with women instead of men could happen at any time. Just as that happened to mother, could happen to daughter too. Only, even if Heather decided to change her sexual orientation, that wouldn't mean she'd be as sexually attracted to her mother as her mother was sexually attracted to her daughter. One had nothing to do with the other.

With Heather still hugging her, if her daughter tugged on her robe anymore, her areolas and her nipples would make their voyeuristic, surprise appearance. Normally, she never thought of her daughter in a sexual way until tonight. Normally, she never thought of her daughter as someone she wanted to flash or would even be sexually excited flashing. Yet, with her feeling so horny and with her inhibitions loosening after having had two glasses of wine, perhaps, if she wasn't lesbian, she wouldn't even think of her daughter in such a forbidden, sexual way.

Enjoying the feeling of showing so much of her naked body to her daughter, Laura pretended not to notice that she was as exposed. Normally, she'd fix her robe to deny Heather a peek of her naked breasts and/or naked pussy. Yet, with this her perfect, accidental flash and with her showing so much of her naked body to her daughter, it sexually excited her for Heather to see her nearly naked body. No doubt, she'd be masturbating herself again over all that she was showing her daughter tonight.

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Laura felt a familiar wetness between her thighs and was suddenly sexually excited that Heather was seeing what she had never seen of her mother before. Yet, instead of feeling sexy, she felt like such a wicked, incestuous whore in exposing so much of her naked body to her daughter. As much as it was sexually exciting to expose herself to Heather, it was sexually frustrating too. All that she could do after this show of exhibitionism/voyeurism would be to masturbate herself with the imagined thoughts of having sex with her daughter.

Nonetheless her sexual frustration, she couldn't believe she was showing her daughter all that she wanted her to see but that she shouldn't see of her mother. She couldn't believe she hadn't fixed her bathrobe to deny Heather furtive peeks of her breasts and/or her pussy. Yet, with her already so very sexually aroused and horny, a way for her to masturbate her sexual frustration away later, she saw no harm in flashing her daughter her tits and/or pussy especially when she saw Heather looking. The more that Heather looked, the more that she wanted to show her.
"What's wrong? Did something happen? Tell me," said Laura caressing her daughter's long, lush, dirty blonde hair, while staring in her big, blue eyes.

Glad that Heather got her blue eyes at least, behind Laura's natural blonde hair, fair complexion, her shapely legs, and her big tits, her blue eyes were her favorite features. Heather looked down at her mother's bathrobe that was parted just below her pussy. Then, as if preoccupied with all that her mother was seemingly and inadvertently showing and all that she was seeing, she stared at her mother's long, line of exposed cleavage. Her bulbous breasts were nearly out of her robe. If her robe opened a fraction of an inch more her areolas and nipples would be on display to her daughter's inquisitive eyes.

In the way that Heather stared at her big breasts and talked to her big tits, in the same way that most men do, sexually arousing her mother, she made her nipples erect even more. Now with her robe commanding her daughter's full attention, she wished she had worn this silk robe in front of her daughter before. With her daughter seemingly interested in seeing more of her mother's naked body, Laura was getting off on purposely flashing her daughter all that she so seemingly wanted to see. She remembered how she nursed her daughter so very long ago and, in the horny and unmotherly way she felt now, she'd love for Heather to suck her tits again.

"We went out to dinner and were supposed to see a movie but, instead, he took me parking," said Heather sighing and rolling her eyes. "So annoying, he continually kissed me and felt me everywhere."

Not interrupting her, with it sometimes difficult to get information from her, Laura let her daughter talk.

"Oh," said Laura only to acknowledge that she heard what Heather said and understood her daughter's plight.

She looked at her mother in the way she did when she told her about the first time a boy kissed her and felt her breast. Just as she didn't like that then, seemingly she didn't like that now. Wondering about Heather's sexual preference now, Laura thought it curiously odd that she didn't enjoy being kissed and felt by a boy. Always so very sexually excited when making out with a man she liked, Laura didn't have those adverse feelings towards men until much later in life. Lesbianism was something she didn't know what to do with until later in life when she realized that she was more sexually attracted to women than she was to men.

"I was surprised he took me parking. I wasn't ready to make out with him. It wasn't a date. It was just two friends going out to eat and to see a movie," she said staring down at her fidgeting fingers before looking up at her mother. "Besides, I don't know him well enough nor am I interested in knowing him in that sexual way to be making out with him," she said with a pause and with a look of sadness on her face.

Heather looked at her mother with perplexity.

"I see," said Heather as her way to let her daughter know that she was listening.

Heather fell silent as if thinking of what to say next.

"I don't think of him as a lover. With us just friends, I think of him more as a friend," she said nodding her head in the way of a horse. "At that point, with me stuck with him in his car as if a prisoner held hostage, always the same with these guys, I was disgusted that he was pawing me and groping me while trying to kiss me. I just wanted to go home," said Heather tossing up her pretty head in the way that an Arabian horse does.

With Heather only in her freshman year of college but living at home instead of in a dorm room, Laura looked at her daughter while wondering if she was still a virgin. If she wasn't still a virgin, by her shy demeanor, she was certainly acting like one. Remembering back when she was in college, she was so different from her daughter. As if sex was her major course of study, surprised she didn't get pregnant, all Laura did when she was in college more than twenty years ago was to have sex with men and even a few women.

Intimately knowing all of the frat parties, dorm parties, and the sexual opportunities there were for coeds to have sex, maybe she had already lost her virginity. She looked at her daughter while imagining some, young, horny guy groping her beautiful daughter while kissing her innocent daughter before fucking her virginal daughter. In the way she was acting so demure, she couldn't help but wonder if Heather had even given a hand job never mind a blowjob. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't visualize a hard, hairy cock buried in her daughter's beautiful, virginal mouth.

"Are you still a virgin?" Without waiting for her to answer the first question, she asked her second question. "Are you on the pill?"

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As soon as she asked the questions, she was sorry that she asked her daughter such personal questions. Heather looked at her horrified as if she was intruding on her personal, private, sexual life. Strangely suspecting that she was, sensing it with her motherly intuition, or, at least curious about it, the question that she really wanted to ask her was if she was lesbian. Sexually excited by the thought that her daughter may be lesbian, that still didn't mean that her daughter would be interested in having an incestuous, lesbian affair with her mother.

As her circumstantial proof that Heather could be lesbian, she already seemed put off by men in the way that Laura was put off by men later in life. With Laura having sexual feelings for women early on as much as she had sexual feelings for men, she wondered if Heather was having sexual feelings for women too. She wondered if her daughter was genetically predisposed to be lesbian or bi-sexual in the way that she obviously was. Wondering if her daughter already had a lesbian affair, she wondered if Heather was more partial to pussy than to cock.

Hoping that her daughter was lesbian but even if she was lesbian, it was still expressly forbidden for a mother to have lesbian sex with her daughter. Whether Heather was heterosexual or lesbian, having sex with her daughter was wrong. Having sex with her daughter was nasty, vile, and disgusting. As soon as she had the thought of Heather sucking her tits and fingering her pussy, she was sexually excited about her daughter licking her cunt. Then, with guilt and shame getting the better of her, as soon as she had the thoughts of licking her daughter's pussy, she was sick to her stomach.

Even though she was now sexually excited enough to have sex with Heather, something she had never pondered before, she had mixed thoughts about having incestuous sex with her daughter. It wasn't as if Heather was a child. She was an adult and sex between consenting adults was permissible albeit frowned upon and even forbidden between a mother and her daughter. Nonetheless, no matter how sexually aroused by the thoughts of being intimate with Heather, she was still her mother. There's no telling what disturbing, emotional scars she could permanently etch in her daughter's mind that may drive her to seek counselling, professional therapy, alcohol, drugs, to become an incestuous abuser herself, and/or commit suicide.

"Mom? Oh, my God. How could you ask me that?" Heather looked at her with as much anger as she looked at her with embarrassment. "Yes, I'm still a virgin. No, I'm not on the pill," she said while looking at her mother as if offended that she'd ask her that. "Eww, I don't believe you. That's so embarrassing for my own mother to ask me such personal questions."

With her always so horny and so sexual, Laura lost her virginity thirty-years-old while a sophomore in high school. In the way she was crazy for pussies now, she was crazy for cocks back then. She had no idea how many hand jobs and blowjobs she had given in the movies, in cars, in the park, at the beach, in school, in their homes, and in her homes. She lost count of how many cocks she stroked, sucked, and fucked. With her having thoughts for women early in her life, her having so very much sex with men back then was her way to prove to herself that she wasn't lesbian. She could only carry that lie for so long.

As justification to her promiscuous sexual behavior back then, for sure, how could she be a lesbian when she was having so much sex with a multitude of men? How could she be a lesbian with all of the cocks she touched, stroked, sucked, and fucked? Yet, regrettably now, with her not mature enough to understand the ramifications of a sexual relationship, she wished she had waited before having sex, at least until she was 18-years-old.

Nonetheless her whoring around, the best thing that ever happened to her was becoming pregnant with Heather after having late night drinks with her boss. She'd never regret that fortuitous, sexual affair that conceived her daughter. Had she not been a whore and cheating on her husband with her boss, she may never have been blessed to have her daughter. Then, with her turning lesbian, she may never even had been lucky enough to have a child.

It was a time when she was unhappy in her brief marriage and was ripe for the sexual advances of her boss. With her husband a drunk, he was a physical, emotional, and sexual abuser. Not even having a clue that she was lesbian then, she sexually thought more about having sex with her mother-in-law and with her sister-in-law than she did with her husband. Then, when she caught him cheating on her with her best friend, Julie, that was the end of their marriage. The emotional betrayal she felt drove her in the arms of her boss, a man who was always asking her out to lunch, drinks, and/or dinner.

In the way he looked at her, she knew that he wanted to do more than just eat and drink. In the way he looked at her, she knew that he wanted her to suck and fuck him. As soon as she thought of sucking and fucking her boss, she imagined that would be a good name for a whorehouse, The Suck and Fuck. They could even give drive-in, takeout service. A customer pulls in his car, a woman gets in, and they park in the parking lot to suck and fuck.

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Rather than causing a scandal and ruining his marriage, his standing in the community, and his future bid for political office, her boss paid her to be quiet. He gave her a cushy job in his company and as hush money and child support rolled in one, he gave her a one-time payment of a two-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollars in cash. For sure, with her having him over a barrel, it would have cost him much more if his wife discovered their sexual relationship, that she was pregnant with his child, and filed for divorce. Only, his wife would be the one making out and not her. This way with him paying her to keep it quiet, it was a win/win for both.

Even though it was a huge fortune to her back then, it was of no consequence to him. He'd make that money back in a few weeks playing the market, laundering cash, and collecting campaign contributions for his upcoming election run. Besides, he'd rather pay out money than to take a hit to his reputation that would definitely hurt his bid to run for public office. With him having money and able to get more money, it was more important to him to stay married, to appear like the good family man, and keep his image clean.

She bought this house and a new car with the money. She invested the rest of the money wisely and earned enough money to not only pay for the rest of her daughter's college education but also to have something set aside for her retirement. When she divorced her husband, he had provided a college education bonus for who he thought was his daughter. Yet, twenty years later and with Heather being accepted into a better and more expensive school, what her husband left for her daughter wouldn't even cover the first year of her college expenses.

She earned the money he paid her by giving him plenty of sex. She remained his mistress until she started to show that she was pregnant and until he was more serious about his political career. Not wanting to be the subject of the company gossip and to be the cause the interoffice rumors, making it officially none of anyone business, they stopped seeing one another.

Then, other than to pay her off and bury her in an out-of-state, satellite office in his company, just as he wanted nothing more to do with her, she wanted nothing more to do with him. She had her money and their love child. She was done with him in the same way that he was done with her. She had Heather and he had his political career. With Heather believing that her husband was her father, there was no reason to tell her otherwise.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me for prying. Tell me what happened," said Laura to her daughter.

As if it was all of her fault, Heather looked at her with shame, guilt, and embarrassment.

"As soon as we started kissing, which wasn't all that bad but, as if he suddenly had four hands, touching me and feeling me everywhere, he was all over me. As soon as I removed his right hand from my breast, his left hand was on my ass. Then, when I removed that hand, his other hand was in between my legs touching my pussy through my panties. It was horrible mother," said Heather looking as if she was about to cry. "Not romantic at all, I more felt like a thing than I felt like a woman."

Unless, of course, her daughter was lesbian too, Laura looked at her daughter unable to understand why she was so upset that a young man tried to feel her up while kissing her. With plenty of men touching and feeling her while kissing her back then, she didn't understand Heather's negative reaction to the sexual attention of a young man. What's the big deal?

"Well you're safe now. It's over. You're home here in your bedroom with me," said Laura patting her daughter's hand.

As soon as Laura touched her daughter's hand, Heather looked as if she was about to burst in tears. Instead of crying she offered more details of her unwelcomed sexual ordeal.

"He moved his hands up my blouse and felt my breasts and fingered my nipples through my bra. Then, going up and underneath my bra, he felt my naked breasts and fingered my naked nipples. I was so embarrassed. I tried pushing him away but with him so much quicker and so much stronger than me, this impromptu and unwelcomed make out session started turning into a wrestling match."

Laura looked at her daughter with feigned horror. Knowing the feel well, she couldn't count how many times men felt her big tits when on a date. With her huge breasts a big target, she couldn't count how many times she had been groped on the subway and on the elevator. Even when in work where sexual harassment was supposed to be forbidden and protect her from such things, men always made comments while staring at her breasts.

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that, Heather," she said hugging her daughter.

She looked at her mother as if she was about to burst into tears.

"Then, going up my skirt, he touched, felt, fingered, and cupped my pussy through my panties. When he made me wet with his fingers, he made me sick to my stomach. I thought I was going to vomit all over him," said Heather.

Laura showed her support of her daughter by patting her hand.

"You poor thing," said Laura while still not understand what the big deal was. She couldn't count how many man had their sexual way with her sexy body while touching her, feeling her, and groping her.

Heather took a big breath as if she needed that for the courage of all that she was about to confess next.

"He reached beneath my skirt and felt my ass and squeezed my ass through my panties before pushing my panties aside to finger me. What he obviously wanted and expected was what I was unable and unwilling to give him," she said. "He wanted to have sexual intercourse with me. He wanted to fuck me. Eww," she said. "Gross, that's so gross," she said shuddering. "I couldn't even imagine him sticking his prick inside of me."

As if she had a fever or an upset tummy, Laura patted her daughter's hand again. After seeing her daughter's panties when she walked in her bedroom and after having the urge to finger while licking her through her panties herself, she now felt like such a perverted letch. She felt no better than her date. Matter of fact with her being her mother, she felt even worse sexually lusting over her daughter, her own daughter. How dare she?

"I'm so sorry you had to experience that. Don't worry. There are plenty of good men out there looking for a good woman," she said.

Heather looked at her mother with sad eyes.

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"That's not all he did, Mother," said Heather with a sad look while fidgeting with her fingers.

Suspecting what she was going to say was what happened to her several times, Laura looked at her daughter with anger.

"What? Tell me. What did he do? Did he hurt you? Did he rape you? Tell me so that I can kill the bastard," said Laura getting angrier in the way that only a protective mother can.

Heather shook her head no.

"It didn't get that far but it could have. When he put my hand on him, he was already out of his pants. I couldn't believe it. He put my hand on his naked cock," she said. "Eww. That was so disgusting. That was so gross. That was so nasty. I couldn't believe I touched his cock."

Right now with her so horny, if she didn't have a pussy to lick, Laura would settle on sucking and fucking a cock. With no one around, she was tempted to call on her elderly neighbor, Dan, and suck and fuck him. With no one around, she was tempted to telephone her daughter's date. She wondered if her date would do the same to her that he did to her daughter. Only, instead of pushing him away, especially in the horny way she was feeling right now, she'd fuck him silly before sucking him dry.

"Oh, my God," said Laura feeling anger as much as she felt sexual excitement. "What a pig?"

Bringing back memories, she remembered the first time she felt a cock, stroked a cock, sucked a cock, and fucked a cock. Whether in their pants or out of their pants, she couldn't count how many men put her hand on their swollen pricks. She couldn't count how many horny men wouldn't take no for an answer and practically raped her. She couldn't count how many men forced her to stroke them and suck them. It was only until she agreed to give them what they wanted, a hand job and/or a blowjob that they'd stop sexually abusing her.

With women gentler and more respectful, is it any wonder why she'd sexually rather be with a woman than with a man? She never had to wrestle with a sexually aggressive woman. She never met a woman who wouldn't take no for an answer. Obviously, the much better sex, women were much nicer and more understanding than men.

"At first, I was as curious as I was surprised. I had never touched or even seen a penis close up before. Nonetheless shocked by the touch of it, I was fascinated with it. It was so hard and yet so soft at the same time," she said with a shrug. "I stared down at his erect cock while mistakenly giving him the wrong impression that I was interested in stroking, sucking, and/or fucking his erect prick when I wasn't."

As if all men were animals and all pricks were snakes, Laura looked at her daughter with horror.

"Bastard! That dirty bastard," said Laura.

As if afraid to tell her mother for fear that she'd really be angry and perhaps think her a whore, Heather nodded her head with indecision before confiding in her mother.

"He wrapped my fingers around his naked penis, Mom. How he managed to get himself out of his pants without me knowing, is still a mystery to me," said Heather crying now. "He moved my hand up and down with his hand in his attempt to have me give him a forced hand job. All I could think of was him squirting himself all over my hand and all over my clothes. Eww. Gross. That would have been so gross."
Laura laughed to herself while hugging and comforting her daughter. Probably buckets full, she couldn't count how much cum men shot all over her hand, all over her tits, all over her face, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Only with her daughter acting so innocent and so much like the virgin that she obviously was, she needed to have a long talk with her about men and the facts of the sexual life of a woman.

"Son of a bitch," said her mother. "I can't believe he sexually assaulted you."

Heather looked at her mother with tears.

"I only wish a hand job was the only thing he wanted but he put a heavy hand behind my neck and pulled my mouth down to him," said Heather. "He was so strong, too strong for me to fight him."

Laura looked at her daughter with shock.

"Oh, my God, that fucking creep," she said really getting angry now. "You poor thing," she said hugging her daughter tighter while her robe opened even more.

While holding her mother tighter, Heather remained silent before speaking again. Now, really feeling horny, Laura wished she had a pussy to lick or a cock to suck.

"I tried fighting him but as soon as I opened my mouth to scream, he stuck his erect prick in my mouth Mom. His cock was in my mouth, Mom. Gross, so gross. I can still taste him," said Heather.

Heather made a face as if she had just swallowed poison.

"Dirty bastard. Filthy pig," said Laura getting angrier that her daughter as so sexually abused.

While moving her hair away from her pretty face, Laura stroked her daughter's long hair. Now beyond being horny after all that her daughter confessed, Laura wished she had a pussy to lick or a cock to suck.

"Gagging me, surprised I didn't puke all over him, he practically shoved his prick down my throat. Holding my head there with one hand, he reached his other hand down my top and bra to feel my naked tits and finger my nipples. He humped my mouth while moving my head up and down with his hands. As if he was a crazed rapist instead of my friend, he forced me to blow him, Mom. He wanted me to suck him. He wanted to cum in my mouth but before he could ejaculate in my mouth, I squeezed his testicles as hard as I could. While he was screaming in pain, I demanded that he drive me home."

To be continued...

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